Halloween!

Halloween is here. Nothing more to fear.

Busy weekend ahead. Halloween festivities. Pennsylvania for the weekend. Should be a good time. Then back to lovely school, but oh wait! My classes are canceled for Monday so I have, essentially, a four day weekend. (I never have class on Friday, but will change next semester and I am saddened by that fact)

Well, I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and weekend. I think I am!

Goodnight Good Night.

All I have to say is goodnight to a good night.





& "...Something's coming, something good,
If I can wait!
Something's coming, I don't know what it is,
But it is
Gonna be great!"

Feud.

"You aren't fooling anyone. It is so sad to watch.
Well, actually, very funny. Still a little sad.

"We are only falsehood, duplicity, contradiction;
we both conceal and disguise ourselves from ourselves."

“Yes, you are right - I am a moralist in disguise; it gets me into heaps of trouble when I go thrashing around in political questions."

“Don't tell any big lies today. Small ones can be just as effective.”

“A lie would have no sense unless the truth were felt as dangerous.”

4:11AM

body

          yearns
            for times

of

          continued
            quantities of

rest

          &
            relaxation ;


and

          they
            say a

little

          R
            & R

does

          not
            hurt anyone.





Shitty poem. Just writing to write right now.
Can't sleep for some reason.
I need this weekend and I need to
stop procrastinating.
I need to make some choices.

Kool-Aid Gang.

I want to be part of a new Kool-Aid Gang. We would catch butterflies on warm summers days, playing til the sun goes down and earth becomes cold. We would ride hot air balloons made of odd shapes and blow bubbles, hoping that they would land on our homes or our parents or our friends. We would try to fly a kite, no matter what season it was and keep running into something was in the air. We would listen carefully and make beats and rhythms to the sound of birds in the morning and crickets at night. We would play telephone and never utter obscenities, just warm thoughts and whimsical giggles. We would ride into the sunrise. Sunsets scared us. We never wanted the day to end. We would gather the leaves and make shapes of adventures on the ground we found them. We would roll down hills and climb up trees. We would recite stories and read novels under the maple trees. We would drink Kool-Aid til our hearts were content.


I want to be part of a new Kool-Aid Gang.

Halloween.

Yes. This costume is going to be wrong on so many levels.

Creative Writing, Rushmore Style.

"You guys have it real easy. I never had it like this where I grew up. But I send my kids here because the fact is you go to one of the best schools in the country: Rushmore. Now, for some of you it doesn't matter. You were born rich and you're going to stay rich. But here's my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down. Just remember, they can buy anything, but they can't buy backbone. Don't let them forget it. Thank you."

[L-I-F-E! What does that spell?! LIFE! What does that spell?! LIFE!]

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder.

Confusion is the understatement of the year. We used to vacation. It sounds so smoothing. I want to sit back and wake up weeks, even years from now, brush off the trees and start right up again. Did I forget to mention that I'm confused?

October arrives.

[October arrives. The air is crisp. The leaves transform. The flowers grasp life. Sweaters appear. Light disappears. Tasks complicate. Friends bond. Relationships shake. Trees grasp life.

The sky is bright. Colors pop. Old systems form. Spirits mend. Notebooks wither. Frisbees fly. Animals die. Bikes glade. Captured light duplicate. Souls break.

October arrives. We grasp life. Spirits mend. Souls break.]


New month. Let's see what's in store.